Today I *finally* submitted the last of my applications. I suppose it's a nice feeling: no more holing up in front of my computer every spare moment, no more stress over finishing in time.
Now I just have to wait. And wait. And fiercely hope for at least one acceptance letter, and maybe an offer of financial aid.
I think I'll be glad to get on with things. I've been a lousy relative lately, and an indifferent friend. And my apartment is a huge dirty mess from having gone six weeks, at least, without really cleaning.
Aaaaaaaaaaand my oven is broken. No baking for me for ... well, several days. Too bad, too, because I actually need to bake. My landlord came up this evening to tinker, but not knowing anything at all about ovens, didn't accomplish anything useful. So he left and returned several minutes later with a tape measure. Looks like we're going to be getting a new stove. Yay, I think. I just want a working oven: it's a rather important appliance when one does not own a microwave.
Anyway. Time to go make dinner and clean and stuff.
Hope everyone's year is off to a good start!